We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.

As yet, the Negroes themselves do not fully appreciate these old slave songs.

Any musical person who has never heard a Negro congregation under the spell of religious fervor sing these old songs has missed one of the most thrilling emotions which the human heart may experience.

In the life of everyone there is a limited number of experiences which are not written upon the memory, but stamped there with a die; and in the long years after, they can be called up in detail, and every emotion that was stirred by them can be lived through anew; these are the tragedies of life.

The colored people of this country know and understand the white people better than the white people know and understand them.

I finally made up my mind that I would neither disclaim the black race nor claim the white race; but that I would change my name, raise a mustache, and let the world take me for what it would; that it was not necessary for me to go about with a label of inferiority pasted across my forehead.

Every race and every nation should be judged by the best it has been able to produce, not by the worst.